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Beautiful set of 5 letters, some with envelopes, 4 postcards addressed by Giuseppe Prezzolini to the poet Biagio Marin from Grado, together with two letters from Margherita Marchione, scholar and curator of Prezzolini's work, also to Marin. Chronological period: around 1961-1977. & Nbsp; & nbsp;
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In the first letter dated 4 August 1961, on headed paper Giuseppe Prezzolini Penthouse One, New York, Prezzolini congratulates him on the release of his poetic anthology [it is Solitae from 1961], let's read it to understand the foundations of a true and lasting relationship of esteem and friendship:
"Dear Marin, I had and saw with pleasure your anthology, published by a nice publisher [editor's note it is Sceiwiller!]. say - out of curiosity - whether Pasolini's preface had an effect on the public or not. Who knows I'm not going back to Italy this winter, if the "powers" let me free. We are always less, dear Marin, and although the memory of the past does not do me any pleasure, a person like you will gladly meet him once again before he dies. Aff. GPrezzolini ". In reality, Prezzolini will die only 21 years later, at the age of 100, so the correspondence between the two could continue for a long time.
In a subsequent letter dated 05/01/1963 he gives accurate recommendations for a trip to Paestum, which includes a stop in Salerno and on the way back a visit to Rome, at the Prezzolini house. & nbsp;
The tone of the letters alternates meetings and appointments in Italy with more sad and profound reflections on life:
"How many ghosts do I see every time I receive one of your letters with that handwriting that, in your case, looks like you in clarity, grace, sincerity. And how I wish what you say about me could be confirmed over time, when the leaves of the crowns are dry and only the mark on our skin will remain. We have seen many, together, if not with people, with the thought that matters most. (...) Only at the table do I find myself with myself, or when I dream in bed of friends who are not really the ones I met in life and not m I am so amazed to see them so different, I am happy to be with them, or even just to go in search of countries that I call Florence, Paris, New York and they too are so different from those of memory. What will the truth be? It's an old question I often ask myself when I wake up. Do not remember little things I did, while I wanted to do so much more, and human weakness has cut off my legs, arms, and I am left with the imagination. Where would I put you, dear Marin, where would I put my old friends, disappeared. I could correct the world. (...) It seems to me that I still have little time, and I will not be able to use it as I would like. I feel not revolution, but decay, the stench of rottenness around. But we will write to each other again sometime, I hope. Your most affectionate Prezzolini (...) ".
They will write again, a generation that in writing (especially letters) found the vital balm, for them and for us who can still read prose like that.
"Dear Marin, I had and saw with pleasure your anthology, published by a nice publisher [editor's note it is Sceiwiller!]. say - out of curiosity - whether Pasolini's preface had an effect on the public or not. Who knows I'm not going back to Italy this winter, if the "powers" let me free. We are always less, dear Marin, and although the memory of the past does not do me any pleasure, a person like you will gladly meet him once again before he dies. Aff. GPrezzolini ". In reality, Prezzolini will die only 21 years later, at the age of 100, so the correspondence between the two could continue for a long time.
In a subsequent letter dated 05/01/1963 he gives accurate recommendations for a trip to Paestum, which includes a stop in Salerno and on the way back a visit to Rome, at the Prezzolini house. & nbsp;
The tone of the letters alternates meetings and appointments in Italy with more sad and profound reflections on life:
"How many ghosts do I see every time I receive one of your letters with that handwriting that, in your case, looks like you in clarity, grace, sincerity. And how I wish what you say about me could be confirmed over time, when the leaves of the crowns are dry and only the mark on our skin will remain. We have seen many, together, if not with people, with the thought that matters most. (...) Only at the table do I find myself with myself, or when I dream in bed of friends who are not really the ones I met in life and not m I am so amazed to see them so different, I am happy to be with them, or even just to go in search of countries that I call Florence, Paris, New York and they too are so different from those of memory. What will the truth be? It's an old question I often ask myself when I wake up. Do not remember little things I did, while I wanted to do so much more, and human weakness has cut off my legs, arms, and I am left with the imagination. Where would I put you, dear Marin, where would I put my old friends, disappeared. I could correct the world. (...) It seems to me that I still have little time, and I will not be able to use it as I would like. I feel not revolution, but decay, the stench of rottenness around. But we will write to each other again sometime, I hope. Your most affectionate Prezzolini (...) ".
They will write again, a generation that in writing (especially letters) found the vital balm, for them and for us who can still read prose like that.
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